Unlucky Seven

Back at unlucky number seven.
Everytime I reach it I end up in heaven.
That might sound wrong but for me it is right.
Cause every visit means I have an angel to fight.
And I’m so sick of the endless vicious war.
Its why I’m demanding that I want no more.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

Leaving for dust the damning of seven.
Much rather if my luck failed at eleven.
Whether the hour of not would suit be fine.
Might get a chance to indulge in wine.
But no my number is in the top ten.
Someone gave me a contract to sign with a pen.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.

Scorched by the armies of light.
I’m the only one aware of my plight.
Apparently no one else took up the offer.
Proves how stupid I am to have not consulted proper.
Too late its done and so this is my world.
Hopefully one day this curse will be unfurled.

Count and skip.
One beat is missing and its quick.
You know the number so don’t try to act false.
Otherwise you’ll be a ghost, no pulse.